It bends my mind.
A response congruent with the truth of Isaiah 55:8-9:
His thoughts are not mine.
Neither are His ways.
And both are higher than mine.
It bends my mind.
This truth that the creating Word,
the sustaining-all-things-by-His power Word,
willingly divested Himself of His glory.
Wrapped Himself in flesh.
Allowed Himself to be mocked and scorned.
Battered beyond recognition.
To redeem us.
To redeem me.
It bends my mind, this truth.
But my spirit,
my spirit accepts
what my mind cannot comprehend.
And
prostrates,
and worships.
WORD...breathed 
This is beautiful. My flesh relates to your words, but my Spirit worships with you.